He cut the stirrups off the saddle and lashed one over each end of the rifle, then padded one end of his rude crutch with a piece of saddle leather. After that I left the _llano_. But he knew they wouldn't. He found a creek with a good stand of sheltering timber and decided it would do for a headquarters, but he felt no eagerness for the tasks ahead.
He hadn't had too many warm baths in his life, but he felt like he was in one and was ready for a long snooze. It was a strange business, traveling, Joe decided. He carried his plate to the sink and thanked Clara for the meal. She didn't want Gus to be far away.
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